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You Can’t Fly a Kite in the Rain
I see right through you.
If ignorance is truly bliss,
I hope that you enjoy
wallowing in the murky pool
of your own self-
pity.
You walk through life refusing
to harvest the seeds of hatred
that you have sown.
You wait for others to salvage the bodies behind you
but when it comes time for them to salvage yours,
you throw them away.
The ruins you have abandoned me in
are Hell compared to the paradise that
you cloud yourself in.
I see right through you. If ignorance is truly bliss, I hope that you enjoy wallowing in the murky pool of your own self- pity. ...
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